Lissy Romano

67| Real Romano.

Lissy Romano

When I woke, I was being dragged again. My arms were bound, tied to something solid, though I couldn't see what it was in the dark. My head pounded like my skull was splitting in two. I tried to stay awake, but everything hurt so much. My body betrayed me, and my eyes closed again until—

Slap.

The sharp sting snapped my head to the side, and I jolted awake. My heart raced as I stared into the eyes of Xander. I tried to pull away, but the restraints didn't budge.

"Alexander, we already talked about this," a deep, accented voice cut through the room. I turned my head to see a tall, broad man entering the room. His presence was suffocating, his Russian accent heavy.

"Dad, please let me have some fun," Xander replied with a smirk that made my stomach churn.

"Alexander, go and look if there's something to do," the older man said dismissively, waving him off.

Xander huffed but obeyed, turning to me with a glare. "I'll be back," he muttered darkly before leaving the room.

The older man crouched in front of me, his face shadowed and menacing.

"So, you are the long-lost Romano sister," he said, his voice calm but dripping with menace.

"Yes," I answered quietly, trying to keep my voice steady. I knew better than to show fear to men like him.

"I am Viktor Orlov, Alexander's father. And I think you're smart enough to help me. If you tell me what I want to know, maybe I'll let you go."

"What do you want to know, Viktor?" I asked, my heart pounding.

"They're planning something big, your brothers. I want to know what it is," he said, his eyes narrowing.

I almost laughed. Did he really think my brothers told me anything? "I don't know. They didn't tell me anything."

Viktor's jaw tightened, and he grabbed my chin roughly, forcing me to look into his dark, soulless eyes. "Don't lie to me, bitch," he growled before shoving me back.

"I'm not lying," I said, my voice trembling despite my efforts to stay calm. "I promise. I really don't know."

He sighed and rubbed the back of his head, his patience wearing thin. "I see you don't want to cooperate." He opened the door, and Xander stepped inside.

"Go ahead, son. Maybe that'll loosen her tongue," Viktor said before leaving the room.

The door clicked shut behind him, and Xander turned to me with that disgusting smirk again.

"My brothers will kill you if you touch me," I spat, my voice trembling but defiant.

"Your brothers?" He laughed mockingly. "They'll all end up like Santino."

The words hit me like a knife to the chest. I tried to block them out, but the image of Santino lying in the street, bleeding out, wouldn't leave my mind.

"Yeah, cry about it," Xander sneered. "But don't worry. I'll give you a better reason to cry."

"You think I'm scared of you?" I snapped, the anger burning away my fear. "You're nothing but a failure. I thought you were my friend. How stupid of me to think a coward like you could be anything but pathetic."

His smirk vanished. "You want to go the hard way?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous as he unbuckled his pants.

My heart raced as I saw the knife in his pocket. This was my chance.

The moment he leaned forward, I grabbed the knife and drove it into his throat with everything I had.

Blood poured from the wound, covering me as he gurgled, his eyes wide with shock. He fell onto me, and I shoved him off, plunging the knife deeper into his neck.

"That's for my Santino," I hissed as I twisted the blade.

Xander's lifeless body slumped to the floor, and I stood, shaking but resolute. I wiped the blood from my face with the back of my hand, clutching the knife tightly.

I was a Romano. My brothers' sister. A killer, just like them.

And I wasn't done yet.

I would find Viktor. And I would make him pay.

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